Briar vines merely scratched the itch for more ,
porcelain fingers tattooed wine red
Morning rays become possessed , muting -
early day laughter and fervent desires
Humid air thickened with pine , wild grass ,
-fertile humus , clay and wisteria
Stirring the brown locust , bluebird , thrasher ,
Guinea wasp , blue skink , toad and cottontail
Three ripe berries in the jar , one for the forager ,
one for the eve , one for the morrow
Traipsing gravel byways to the music of the rattling corn , ****** broomsage and the iron harrow
A whitewashed homestead wrapped in oak ,
mulberry , sycamore and crape myrtle ,
Songbirds of every shape and melodious -
occupation , alert geese crying from the -
hedgerows , waves of sorghum dancing in the -
shaded meadows ...

We all felt love from the second we were brought into this concious life
Whether we were aware of it or not
Love will always exist in one
Even if that love is only for theselves

We all felt romance from the minute we grasped another's hand
And plunged into countless lusts and short lived feelings
Soon forgotten forever
Until we stopped searching
And found what we were so distant from

Now though I have discovered something far different
Than anything I have ever felt in this lifetime

Apon realization that any glimpse of romanceful love from my past
was utterly fakes and users and hatred and stress
fake smiles and statements of affection beautified
and that what I have now found is my defninition of true love

When you love someones toes, and the way they wiggle in their slumber,
the way they carry themselves, the positions they sit in,
the tones of their voice, all of their expressions,
their personality in all of it's aspects

Somebody could read this and call me obsessive,
really I have found my favorite piece of living art
in all of his human grace, beauty, naturalistic,
and when I find something I adore,
I intend to know every inch of that beauty,
every moment of that lifespan
because I wouldn't miss each of those
Precious, Special moments for the world

In the depths of love I venture
the water is warm and the colors are vivid
the energy is bright and sensitive to the touch
it is more amazing than anything amazing

Today I bought a
summer dress colour of earth
with pretty flowers

it flowed pass my old
stuffed winter belly and
carried on downwards

where it slept upon
my ankles like an ocean
where the sky dips down

before the shutter of sentience
and we fall at the foot of the sun,
there are many risings.

let us not, then, shirk
our confession or our convalescence
in hoods of harrowing;

in consignments of death.

for crossèd ashes will surely
give rise the phoenix again
and most high flight.

Feel the moment pass.

Feel the air settle.

Soak it in

Like paper in a pool.

This is so much bigger

Than you.

Do not think now.

Do not let your mind

Be your universe,

Though there is life in it.

Feel,

But do not perceive.

For, this moment

Is

And has always been

Connected

To both the past

And the future.

Thus in some form,

You always have been,

And you always will

Be.